Rain

Here I stand, hands in pocket, waiting for the Moon to show. Expecting as it came yesterday, bright and cheerful, shimmering amongst a sea of black. Moon would call, and I would come. Once, Moon and I went to a place we've never been, of plains and trees and tranquil. Then I knew we were never to part. I belong to her.

Then a Star came, shining brighter than most of the other stars. Star took the Moon away. They belong to each other.

I no longer see the Moon but I know it's there and it will never go away. Sometimes I find myself waiting in the dark, yet I know Moon will never come. But Moon will never be gone.